03x03 - Come and Knock on Our Door

[bunniefuu]

Ray: Previously on Ray Donovan...

Bridget: You never told me how Bridget d*ed.

Ray: She was high on dr*gs.

She jumped off a roof.

Finney: So I had a contract drawn up to buy you and your company lock, stock, and barrel.

I'm not for sale.

So we're still negotiating.

Special Agent Barnes.

Who k*lled Sully Sullivan?

Mickey Donovan.

Any pimp messes with you on the street, I'm there in a sh*t.

Who's working on the street?

These girls don't walk the streets.

This isn't 1979.

You put skin sh*ts on the Internet, and that's how the johns find you.

Mm-hmm.

Mickey: We supply the girls cocaine and the ability to front cash.

They sell the johns coke, and when Johnny wants to do 'em a second time, can't pay for it, we loan 'em the money.

We split the proceeds with the girls, get them upselling these f*ckers, expand.

Abby: Got a thing for the muscle girl, Bunch?

Those Mexicans won't pay their dues.

So you really gonna kick us out?

That's the rules.

You like rules?

I want you to come for dinner tonight.

It's important to me.

What's going on?

She wants you home.

Troy's most recent distraction is the wife of a Navy SEAL.

I need you to handle this quickly.

I'm authorizing you to go up to $500,000.

I'm not taking the money.

You're the third guy they sent.

You ready, ding?

I'm here, ain't I?

[crowd yelling]

Who's the ding, m*therf*cker?

Who's the ding, m*therf*cker?

[door clanks shut]

Sorry, sweetheart. I'm not gonna make it.

Take the money.

[Sufjan Stevens' "Seven Swans" playing]

♪

Daddy?

Oh, my God. What happened?

[sighs]

I'm sorry I didn't make it home for dinner.

Oh.

Mom gave your food to the dog.

[chuckles] Yeah?

She thinks you're still punishing her over that cop.

I'm not.

Why didn't you come?

Daddy?

♪ We didn't sleep too late ♪

Go back to sleep, sweetheart.

♪ There was a fire In the yard ♪

[barking]

♪ All of the trees Were in light ♪

[barking]

[vehicle departing]

♪ They had no faces to show ♪
♪ I saw a sign ♪
♪ In the sky ♪

[gasps]

♪ Seven swans, Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans ♪

[groans]

♪ I heard a voice In my mind ♪
♪

♪ I will try, I will try, I will try... ♪

Yeah. Sure. Yeah, if I ever need more wrestling lessons, I'll be glad to go out.

Yeah. Okay, bye.

Ugh, don't you just hate it when men try to manhandle you?

Helen: I don't remember.

Oh, you fixed it! What was wrong?

Stanley: It was a short.

You know, you people are so careless.

You should never bend an electrical cord.

Otherwise...

[electricity buzzing]

[women shriek, audience laughs]

What happened?

Mr. Roper.

Helen: Stanley was showing us how not to get a shock.

[audience laughs]

Stanley: Will you put some clothes on?

My wife's here.

Mind your own business, Stanley.

[audience laughs]

What if the towel slips?

Mind your own business, Stanley.

Jack, you have some shaving cream on your face.

Oh, thank you.

No, Jack!

Mind your own business, Chrissy.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

man on TV: Bob?

Here they come.

Let's put a few sh*ts over their heads.

That should scatter them.

[g*nf*re on TV]

What the f*ck happened to you?

Lost a fight.

Finney offered us a job?

Why didn't you take it?

I spent 25 years being told what to do.

I'm done.

Spare key is in the third drawer of my desk.

And your coffeemaker's busted, so I got you a new one.

[g*nf*re and screaming on TV]

Michelle: What is this sh*t?

Doughnuts and coke. Breakfast of champions.

I got some new thoughts about how we might work together to improve your business.

No.

Not happening.

No.

No.

Wait. Give Mick a chance.

We did yesterday.

Why?

Mick: I get why you ladies might be hesitant.

My ideas yesterday must have struck you as a little bit old-school.

You think?

Uh, a little bit.

If you don't want to listen, hey, you're free to go.

But if you stay, I'm gonna let you in on a vision I have of a way we can all get rich together.

Look, this cocaine? See this cocaine?

This is for you to sell.

Each one of you can take as much as you think you can move.

We split the profits.

This is my son. You know Daryll.

He has a livery license and is a professional boxer.

He'll be your personal driver and bodyguard.

As for me, I'll take care of your advertising and your time management.

I'll place your ads, handle your incoming phone calls, keep track of your whereabouts from here.

Let us take care of you for one day.

One day.

End of the day, you'd rather be independent operators, no harm, no foul.

Mm.

One day.

man on TV: Dishonesty, fraud, corruption.

Governor Tom Verona is in bed with big business.

He purports to be for the little man, but who does he really serve?

On November 3rd, vote against our tax money making the rich richer.

A vote no on Verona...

Hey. You got a minute?

Hey, Bunch.

This ad is paid for...

I need $20,000 from my settlement fund.

[sighs]

What's going on?

I'm investing in a business.

Mexican wrestling?

Luchadores.

They're training at the gym.

Thought we could put on a few shows.

Seriously?

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

Terry got in a fight with an Aryan.

Is he all right?

He's fine.

The f*cking Aryan is dead.

Where is he?

Isolation, for now.

Warden's talking about moving him.

Keep him there.

I don't know how long I can.

I'm coming out.

Bunchy: I'm serious, Ray.

We can make a lot of money for the Fite Club.

It's a front, Bunch.

It's not supposed to make money.

So Mr. Finney is concerned about the story the remaining kidnapper may tell the police.

Not my problem.

I understand, but he'd still like both sides of the story insured.

I already signed his nondisclosure.

Mr. Finney would prefer if you reconsider his offer.

Having you in his employ would make him sleep easier.

Who the f*ck are you?

Mr. Goldberg's our family attorney.

Mr. Donovan, you'll find it better to keep Mr. Finney as a friend.

Is that a thr*at?

Just telling you which way the wind blows.

I already told him. I'm not for sale.

[pop music plays on computer]

♪

[door opens]

No one's banned so far. Things are looking up.

[scoffs]

Oh, sh*t.

Looking up, Pop?

I mean, we spent all that money that you got from the Armenians on that coke just so six hookers can get high all day.

They understand the value of a solid business plan.

They're smart enough.

Hell, no.

All they understand is coke makes them feel great.

Well, they got that right.

What are you so worried about?

Pop, I'm worried because those Armenians are gonna take my f*cking Cadillac. I can feel it.

Just drive the girls. Have some faith.

You do know I only have one car, okay?

I mean, how am I supposed to drive seven girls around?

Oh, what a delightful dilemma.

Get off of me, Pop. Get off. Get off.

[knock at door]

[door opens]

Yeah?

Mick, one of my regulars is on the way.

Can Audrey stay with you?

Of course. Come on in. Join the party.

Be good, baby. Thanks, Mick.

Why the long face?

That's what they say to the horse, you see, 'cause a horse has a long face.

[phone rings]

Okay.

Mm.

You got Mickey Donovan.

woman on phone: You have a phone call from an inmate at the California State Correctional Institution.

Will you accept the charge?

[beep]

Sure, sure.

[sighs]

What do you got going on today, Conor?

School. I don't know.

[sighs] Dad came home last night.

Really?

He'd been in a fight. It was weird.

He sat down on my bed, apologized, and then left.

Oh.

Are you worried about him?

No, sweetheart. He's figuring some things out.

Right.

Okay.

You need to sign this.

You got a D?

My teacher says that I need a tutor.

He said that public high school didn't prepare me for Rossmore's standards.

Jeez, Bridge.

You're getting a D.

Yeah.

Why didn't you say something before?

It's not some tragedy.

And calculus is hard.

Conor does shitty all the time.

I know, Bridge, but we went to a lot of bother to get you in there.

Bother?

You just put me there because of what happened with Marvin.

[sighs]

I'll take the bus.

What the f*ck are you doing?

I need some lunch money. I got to go too.

[door closes]

[sighs]

Who's the best boy in the whole world?

You are.

[door buzzes]

But I got a f*cking appointment.

No visitors today. We're on lockdown.

I don't f*cking care. My son's in there.

I got to see Matty Flynn. 15 minutes.

You don't leave of your own free will, you're leaving in a cop car.

Listen, I'm sorry. Look, come out here.

Just you and me, two guys talking.

Come on.

What are you doing here?

Matty Flynn called. Said he could help.

Matty Flynn?

Yeah.

He's a f*cking jailhouse lawyer. He's one of them.

They listen to him.

What are you doing?

You're gonna bribe him with dr*gs?

Quiet down.

Are you out of your f*cking mind?

This ain't some Hollywood bullshit, Ray Ray.

I know these guys. They k*ll people.

They're gonna k*ll Terry.

You think I don't know that, Mick?

Oh, you know everything. Yeah, sure.

You're very good at putting people into these places, but I'm the one that had to survive inside.

I know what's going on.

You stay out of this.

Are we understood?

I'm at my end with you, Mick.

You're gonna need me on this, Ray.

[scoffs]

I'm gonna need you.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

Ray Donovan.

[door buzzes]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[cell phone beeping]

[line trilling]

You can't just leave a kid in the back of a car, you know.

What are you talking about?

Abby on phone: Hello?

I need you to meet me at the Fite Club.

What?

It's important.

I'll explain everything there. See you.

[indistinct speech on TV]

[sighs]

Ray: Can you get him transferred?

It wouldn't change anything.

Anywhere he goes, his jacket goes with him.

Now, if your brother had k*lled a Norteño or a Blood, man, maybe I could help you, but the Aryan Brotherhood, they've got most of the guards and the warden in their f*cking pocket.

Why are you telling me this?

So you'll understand the f*cking magnitude of the favor I'm doing for you.

Make it fast. He's not supposed to be in here.

If I get caught with you here, I'm f*cked.

S07.

[door buzzes]

man over walkie-talkie: Seven's open.

[sighs]

What the f*ck happened to your face?

What the f*ck happened to yours?

[both chuckling]

[breathing deeply]

You all right, Ter?

I didn't mean to k*ll him.

I know you didn't.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Yeah, it doesn't matter anymore.

Just, uh...

I just need a few hours to figure it out.

My leg started shaking a few months back.

You know what that means?

That means I'm three years from a wheelchair.

Oh, come on. Don't start talking that...

I don't sleep no more. I got these f*cking visions.

They get me, they're doing me a favor.

Don't you f*cking quit on me, Terry.

I'm through.

I'm just gonna get worse.

I got nothing to come back for.

What are you talking about, you got nothing to go back for?

Who's gonna look after me if you go down?

Frances don't write me.

The club ain't mine.

My body's shutting down.

[door buzzes, opens]

Time's up.

Kevin's gonna keep you here in isolation.

I love you, Raymond.

But I don't want your f*cking help.

[sighs]

[groans softly]

[door closes]

Wettick.

Is that with a C or a K?

I don't know. With a f*cking K?

[clears throat]

And do you have a street, sir?

I don't know what street.

Well, I'm sorry, sir...

I just need a number.

I'm very sorry, but without a street name or without...

Oh, f*ck.

W-E-T-T-I-C-K?

Judge?

That's f*cking him. Where's the address?

When someone's famous, their house is hard to find.

[sighs] What's going on, Mick?

Abby. Thank God.

Stay here a second.

Who's the kid?

Terry ran into a problem at the prison.

What kind of problem?

I can't say.

Is it that bad?

Yeah, but I got a way to fix it. I just need some time.

Does Ray know?

I need you to look after the kid.

I promised her mother...

Oh, for f*ck's sakes, Mick.

Look, what else are you gonna do?

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't a f*cking life-or-death thing.

You know that.

[sighs]

Judge Wettick. Uh, my name is Ray Donovan.

I don't know if you remember me, but you sentenced my brother Terry.

Armed robbery, as*ault and battery.

I was hoping we could talk inside.

The Aryans are going after him because of his Parkinson's.

That's why all this happened.

Terrible situation.

Yeah. I was, uh, sort of hoping you might consider granting him a compassionate release.

Right. Because of his Parkinson's.

Prison's no place for a man like my brother.

Our prison system has been corrupted.

Private corporations have turned it into the new California Gold Rush.

We've built too many prisons too fast and given control away to the very men we incarcerate.

[sighs]

Terry's a good man.

He doesn't belong in there.

A good man who was left behind at an armed robbery.

Yeah.

A good man who m*rder*d a fellow inmate.

That was self-defense.

That's for the court to decide.

He'll never make it to court.

The Aryans will k*ll him first.

I can't help you, Mr. Donovan.

[sighs]

$50,000.

You get the second payment when my brother's home.

I would have thought you'd have more imagination than this.

[sighs]

Take the f*cking money.

[drawer opens]

[g*n cocks]

Leave... now.

Take your money with you.

Ray, what the f*ck's going on?

Mickey dropped that little girl off with me.

Said Terry's in trouble.

[safe beeping]

He k*lled a guy in prison.

What?

Oh, my f*cking God.

What can I do?

Ray, where's Lena?

She took another job.

You let Lena go?

I'm worried about you, Ray.

I want to help you.

What are you gonna do, Abs, huh?

Get Terry out of prison?

Talk the f*cking Aryan Nation out of k*lling him?

What are you gonna do?

I have been f*cking delusional.

Sitting at home, waiting for you to come back?

That's what this is about.

No.

It's about Terry.

I don't have time for this.

[solemn piano music playing]

♪

My mom said if you want to make a man run fast, act needy.

I have one at the Downtown Century.

Good. I'm going to the Executive Suites.

Do you know how to use BangBoard?

Uh, yeah.

I need more pictures.

Okay. Uh, wait. Uh, Ginger?

I got to take Cindy and Alex downtown.

Can you stay and watch over everything for me while I'm gone?

No. I have a client.

sh*t.

I got to get to Marina del Rey.

You too. All right. Uh, f*ck it.

Just pile in, everybody.

Hey, where's Mickey?

He left, Bunch.

Where'd he go?

Man, I don't know.

Hey, hey, hey, do you have a camera on your phone?

Yeah. But I got to talk to Papa. I need to borrow some money.

No, no, no, that's what's up, 'cause this is for Pop.

All right, right here, this is Michelle, okay?

She needs some pictures taken for her profile on the website.

Now, you do that, Pop's gonna hook you up lovely, all right?

He's my brother.

[door closes]

Come on.

Uh...

You can't get my face in.

[cell phone beeping, camera shutter clicking]

[clears throat]

[cell phone beeping, camera shutter clicking]

We're very happy that Tara's dad has come to talk to us about his exciting work in law enforcement.

Agent Barnes was instrumental in hunting down the notorious criminal Patrick "Sully" Sullivan.

He capped that m*therf*cker!

[laughter]

And Agent Barnes has recently been named the Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the Los Angeles Bureau of the FBI.

Agent Barnes.

[applause]

[clears throat] Wow. Thank you, Lorraine.

It's a real pleasure to be able to talk to your students.

When I was eight years old, I stole a Snickers bar from the local pharmacy down the street.

Let me tell you, kids, it's, uh...

It's haunted me ever since.

[indistinct chatter]

Learn anything?

We need to talk, Frank.

You're welcome to come to my office.

Call my secretary, and we'll set a time.

I need you to get my brother out of jail.

What?

I need you to turn a judge, today.

Go f*ck yourself, Ray.

Kate on recorder: Who k*lled Sully Sullivan?

Frank on recorder: Mickey Donovan.

Now get off my f*cking boat.

All right.

[recording continues]

We've been over this a thousand times.

It's all in the past. We're even.

Fine. You just lost your f*cking job.

You gonna take us all down, Ray?

After all this sh*t, you're going to open that f*cking box back up?

He's my brother, Frank.

Come on, Ray. Don't do this.

All right, what judge sentenced him?

Wettick.

[sighs]

All right, what do you want me to do?

He's up for re-election.

I want you to go after him for campaign fraud.

What if he's clean?

Doesn't matter.

Once the press gets wind of it, kills his campaign either way.

If I do it, you give me that f*cking tape.

You do this, you'll never see me again.

[funk music plays on computer]

[computer beeps]

♪

f*ck.

[knock at door]

Where's Daryll?

Um, I'm his brother, Bunchy.

Huh. I need breast milk.

What?

Breast milk. It's for one of my johns.

It's really important.

Where am I gonna get breast milk?

I don't know. Gary always had it.

Who's Gary?

Look, I need it within an hour, and I'm not f*cking around.

This guy pays a lot.

♪

No possession of a police radio...

[camera shutter clicking]

...or a scanner.

No firearms, no knives, and no leaving town.

Okay, now, I have a very important question for you.

Yeah?

How many dates with a new lady friend before you try to seal the deal?

Now, you know, I'm talking about a woman in her 40s with some refinement, nice ass.

[door opens]

Get out. Get the f*ck out.

Get out.

Terry k*lled an Aryan in County.

Oh, boy, boy, boy, boy.

You got to help me get him out.

I'm a f*cking parole officer, Mick.

I deal with ex-cons. I don't have that kind of clout.

I need you to get me to his judge.

Me?

Wettick. You know him?

I know all of them, but I just can't f*cking go after...

You piece of sh*t. My son's life is at stake.

You're as responsible as I am for putting him in there, and I'll make sure everyone knows it if you don't get me to that judge.

Jesus Christ, Mick.

This is my boy I'm talking about.

You're going to get me to that judge.

I'll give myself up. I won't turn you in.

But you're gonna tell me where that sucker lives.

I'm at the grocery store.

Ginger on phone: What?

Well, I'm trying to figure out, you know, which one to...

Hold on.

Hello. Excuse me.

Which one tastes like the real thing?

No sé.

[sighs]

I'm just gonna get the most expensive formula they have.

No, no, no, no, that's... that's not going to work.

I tried that once, and he f*cking flipped out.

Well, what do I do?

I don't know.

Figure it out.

Oh, and I need adult diapers.

[sighs]

[baby babbling]

[speaking Spanish]

[can clatters]

You sure this is where Mickey lives?

Yeah.

I'm not supposed to be here while my mom's working.

[sighs] It's frozen.

[pop music playing on computer]

[computer beeps]

♪

What the f*ck is going on here?

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, baby, what are you doing here?

You need to go home.

Oh.

Thank you.

[scoffs]

You should be f*cking ashamed of yourself.

It's just part-time.

[baby cries]

I can't fix his nose in here.

Just finish stitching him up.

Open 07.

Opening 07.

[door buzzes]

You didn't have to bring him.

Tell that to your brother.

You're a good fighter, man.

Where did you get that f*cking uppercut of yours?

What the...

You're dead, m*therf*cker.

You're a dead ding, you son of a bitch!

[yelling]

You're dead!

You son of a bitch! I'm going to k*ll you!

I'm going to cut your f*cking head off!

Frank: Should have taken my car and used the light.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

They shivved the prison doctor, m*therf*cker.

What?

We're done.

Warden took me off of my detail.

Terry's going back to Gen-Pop.

[tires squealing]

What the f*ck are you doing?

Call the judge.

What?

Call the f*cking judge.

[horns blaring]

Mickey: Nice flowers.

What can I do for you?

My name is Mickey Donovan.

I was hoping we could have a conversation.

I'm going to tell you what I told your son.

I can't be bought.

My boy went to prison for my actions.

I was the one who organized the robbery.

It was me.

If you wanted to help your son, you should have done it four months ago.

So you're saying, let him die.

I'm saying that's not the way it works.

I'll tell you the way it works.

You're gonna get on that phone.

You're gonna call whoever you got to call, get my son out.

Get off my property.

You got to be f*cking kidding me.

[grunts]

Call who you need to call.

No.

Sitting up there, in your f*cking robes.

You think you're God.

You're not up there anymore.

You're down here with the lower people, and down here, I decide who lives and dies.

No, no, no, no, no.

Make the f*cking call.

Make the call.

No! I need my pills.

f*ck you.

[groans]

[thud]

[door opens]

What did you do?

He just fell down.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on.

Come on.

[cell phone beeping]

What are you doing?

Calling an ambulance.

Put the f*cking phone down.

Don't die.

Come on, please don't f*cking die.

Come on.

Breathe. Breathe!

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

[sighs]

Everything you touch turns to sh*t.

Don't say that.

Ray?

You just k*lled another one of your kids, Mick.

Clean it up.

We even?

Ray, are we even?

I'll... I'll tell them it was me, Ray.

I'll tell them it was me. I'll trade my life for Terry's.

Come on, Ray. We can still fix this.

Ray?

Come on, Ray.

[car door opens, closes]

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

God.

Abby: I'm home.

[video game beeping]

[dog panting]

Would somebody f*cking say hello?

Hey, Mom.

Hey, big guy.

Hi. You need to go out?

Conor? Can you take him out while I make his dinner?

Put on his leash.

[barking]

Conor! Grab him!

[barking continues]

Dog!

Dog!

[sighs]

[pensive music playing]

♪

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Huey Lewis: No, don't. Don't. Don't.

Open 27.

No. No.

[door buzzes]

Please, no.

Close 27.

No. Please. Wait. Help.

Please. Let... let me out.

Let me out.

They can be cruel.

Don't leave me with him. Please. Please.

Mr. Finney will see you now.

Thank you, Varick.

You want some coffee?

Have a seat, please.

Mr. Finney...

Ray, Ray.

Take a breath, huh?

You want to tell me about it?

My, uh...

My brother's in prison.

He k*lled another inmate, self-defense.

The other guys, uh...

...they're gonna k*ll him.

That's terrible.

I need to get him out tonight.

Can you help me?

[man speaking indistinctly on TV]

[sighs]

So how'd it go, Bunch?

Fine.

How about you?

Easy breezy, man.

[chuckles] I was born to pimp.

Hey, Pop.

How's Terry doing?

What happened to Terry?

Nothing.

Wait a minute. I thought that's why you left.

What are you doing here, Bunchy?

Oh, I needed some help with the girls.

Ain't that wonderful? Working with your brother.

[dog food rattles]

Dog?

[dog food rattles]

Dog?

Dog?

[flashlight clatters]

[sobbing]

Stop it.

f*cking stop it.

How many children in your family?

Um, I have three brothers.

I had a sister.

She d*ed?

Yeah.

She d*ed.

I'm an only child.

Missed out on all that social Darwinism.

Didn't have to compete for my parents' attention.

You must be in the middle.

Yeah, I bet your brothers are helpless compared with you, huh?

I don't know.

Governor Verona will not be happy.

Cusp of an election.

Numbers are tight.

[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Finney. Please, this way.

Andrew.

Tom.

This is my good friend Ray Donovan.

Nice to meet you.

So how are the polls looking?

We're getting there.

[chuckling] You have my every confidence.

Gentlemen.

So, Andrew, what can I do for you?

My friend Ray has a problem that only you can address.

I see.

Ray has a brother in County.

He's also a Parkinson's sufferer.

Ray was working on getting him compassionate release when there was an unfortunate incident with another inmate.

Andrew, it's not the time...

We would appreciate it if you would expedite his release.

And if he gets out and fucks up again?

He won't. You have our assurances.

If the press hears of this and my opponent decides to run with it?

We'll deal with the press.

I'll pardon him one week after I win my second term.

That's just a few weeks away.

You need to pardon him tonight.

My platform has been cracking down on crime, not releasing prisoners.

[sighs]

This is taking far longer than I thought it would.

[sighs]

I'll get it done tonight.

Thank you, Tom.

I appreciate your friendship, Andrew, and your continued support.

Of course.

[door opens]

Mr. Finney, I just wanted to say...

Anything for a friend.

It was a pleasure to see you tonight, Ray.

[door closes]

Sign there, there, and there.

Your salary is set.

The terms of your deal are for one year with an option to extend to another at our discretion.

Whatever Mr. Finney wants.

You'll be expected for work tomorrow morning.

You can see yourself out.

[door closes]

I thought you were through with the Finney family, Ray.

[scoffs]

[knock at door]

Come in.

You're in charge.

What?

I need to go away for a couple of days, Bridge.

Why?

I just need a couple of days.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Someplace I can think.

You can't be serious, Mom.

I am.

Look after your brother.

Love you.

Mom?

Daryll: You know, I'd like to go to Boston someday.

Go to Fenway Park like you guys, the Green Monster.

What's wrong, Pop?

Oh, kid.

Oh, kid.

What is it?

[knock at door, door opens]

Hey, Mick? You got a minute?

Sure.

Come on, guys.

They all had a very good day.

Dope was easy to move, and all the girls felt good about it.

God damn.

[cell phone ringing]

You got Mickey Donovan.

Ray on phone: I got him out.

[line clicks]

Thank God.

Who was that?

Terry's coming home, boys.

Holy sh*t. How?

Who's Terry?

He's my brother.

That's what I was doing today with Ray.

You hear that, Bunch? Terry's coming home, man.

Terry's gonna need a big welcome home.

Yeah.

We got to plan a party. We're going to have a party.

Yeah.

[laughter, excited chatter]

[soft music playing]

♪

[door buzzes]

[chuckles]

Oh, I thought I lost you, you obstinate prick.

You can't keep carrying us.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

I told you not to do this.

Hey.

You're an ungrateful bastard, you know that?

I told you to leave me.

[laughs]

I f*cking love you, Terry.

You think I'd ever let anything happen to you?

[Sufjan Stevens' "Seven Swans" playing]

♪

So what did it take?

How much am I worth on the street?

What?

What did it cost you to get me out?

Nothing, Terry.

It didn't cost me a f*cking thing.

♪
♪ He will take you ♪
♪ If you run ♪
♪ He will chase you ♪
♪ Ooh ♪

[chuckling]

[car door opens]

♪ He will take you ♪
♪ If you run ♪
♪ He will chase you ♪

♪ 'Cause He is ♪

[chuckles]

♪ The Lord ♪
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord ♪
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord ♪
♪ 'Cause He is ♪
♪ The Lord ♪
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans, Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans ♪
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans, Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans ♪
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans, Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans ♪
♪ 'Cause He is the Lord ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans, Seven swans ♪
♪ Seven swans, seven swans ♪